We don’t have to wish it away for it often brings renewed thoughts and stems. Sure it’s already autumn and you’d rather see the leaves fall than rain drops cause frizz and chaos. The streets filled with fast-moving folks looking for shelter for their unadventurous souls. Fire can burn, but rain; rain is my friend….
All disassembled and a mess. Sometimes that’s what you get, from life, from stress about nothingness. I don’t have it all together, I must confess. So excuse me while I go put the pieces back in place.
It comes at night and its warmth burns my eyes as it falls it leaves a mark when I no longer hear yours but my own breath. Deep inside no one knows what I’m feeling, this feeling what I’m wishing, this wish, if only it were a dream wake up to new eyes. At night…
Today I feel like crying because life doesn’t get me because I don’t get life because my emotions are eating me alive. Today I want to cry because I don’t know when to go, I don’t know when to stop. And there’s no clear direction, no clear path. Tell me a story, a happy one…
